The cat man was still in front of her, staring, his mouth slightly open. Then he adjusted himself and ran his fingers through his hair. “Look. Listen. I know what’s behind the other doors.”

“Oh yeah? Pick for me, then.”

“I can’t do that! That’s not the point! You have to make choices for yourself!”

“I don’t want to!”

The Liaison took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. She recognized, after a few seconds, that he was pressing his eyelids and staring at the patterns – presumably to get away from making eye contact with her right now. She couldn’t blame him.

Everything seemed to slow to a still. She realized, finally, that she was pissing him off. “Fine. I don’t switch doors.”

He moved his hands off of his face and stared at her.

“That’s what you wanted, right?”

He looked at her. Then he looked behind himself, and then back at her. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Absolutely. I keep doing the same thing I’ve always done.”

“Fine. Well. The verdict is.”